Her mind
Couldn't rid us
Abused us
Until it ran tired and no longer could
Because we all disappeared
We were gone.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
Her Mind
Her mind
Couldn't rid us
Abused us
Until it ran tired and no longer could
Because we all disappeared
We were gone.
